The Ambush
Hello everyone!! This is my first Jak and Daxter fic, so, I hope you like it!! It takes place in the 3rd game and it's a friendship fic. I guess it'd be slight Kiera x Jak, but nothing else, 'kay? Please read and review!!!
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"Bleh," groaned Daxter. "This place smells worse than the funky crap old green stuff made at home!"
Jak snorted. Of course, he did agree. The sewers smelled revolting. Jak looked around and casually took out the Morph Gun, switching it to his Blaster weapon. He aimed it in front of himself carefully and shot the metal-head that was attempting to creep up on them. Meanwhile, Daxter continued talking.
"If Torn wants that damn sapphire so bad, why doesn't he get it?!" Dax cursed. It echoed off the various walls of the underground maze. He knew Torn couldn't be risked in the field, seeing as he was second in command, but Dax was still pissed off.
"Shh!" Jak hushed him. He listened carefully…There was nothing. Jak proceeded into the next room. There was rubble in the corners of the room and water dripping from the ceiling into puddles like always. Jak's eyes moved quickly, glancing around in the corners and up at the ceiling.
"Well, this is more like it!" Daxter grinned widely. "No metal-heads or nasty sewer creatures!"
"Somehow, I don't think that's so great, Dax." Jak placed some more ammo into his Blaster. "There should be more metal-heads in this area."
Daxter's tail drooped. "Isn't that sapphire supposed to be in this room?!" He looked around. "Over there!"
Jak scanned the room. Dax was right; there it was. He walked over to the pile of rubble and placed the sapphire into a pouch on his belt.
"Jak! Did you see that?!" Daxter's claws dug into Jak's shoulder.
"No," Jak looked around. "I didn't see anything."Jak pointed his gun above him, his laser trailing away into the darkness.
There was a clicking noise from behind him. Jak whipped around and shot the metal-head that was creeping down the wall.
"JAK!! THERE'S MORE!!" Daxter yelled. Jak turned and saw several more metal-heads on the walls. He looked up and noticed the glints of yellow shifting and moving to the walls.
"Damnit!" Jak quickly changed weapons, his Beam Reflector now in hand.
"JAK!! It's an AMBUSH!!"
No shit, thought Jak as he fired a few rounds. He spun around to get the metal-heads creeping up behind him.
"Daxter," Jak fired a few more shots. "Get the communicator," he kicked a sewer creature. "Call Torn,"
Call Torn?! Daxter thought, This must be bad. Daxter reached for Jak's belt.
"Could you hurry?!" Jak snarled.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Daxter grabbed the communicator. He stared at the device in horror. It was wet and slightly fried. "Uh…Jak," Dax tried to get the communicator to work. "This thing is dead! Didn't you go through some water earlier?!"
Jak looked around in a panic. He had had to go through some water waist-high earlier. The communicator must've gotten wet!!
"AHHH!!!" Jak was thrown forward. In his distraction, metal-heads had crept up from behind and swiped at him. Jak leapt up, blood dripping from his sides, and shot several bullets in each direction. He sprinted for the exit, hurtling fallen metal-heads and creatures, only to be flung aside. There was a sickening crunch as a metal-head stepped on his right arm.
"Aghh!" groaned Jak. He tensed up his left arm and swung it around, hitting the metal-head in its face. He rolled over, wincing at the sting coursing its way through his body.
"Ngh…" Jak stood up unsteadily and looked for his gun mod. He saw it and began to fight his way toward it, his arm hanging useless on his right side. Jak felt slightly off balance, and it wasn't because of the pain lacing up his arm and side…It was due to the fact that his shoulder felt oddly weightless.
Realization struck. "DAX?!?!" Jak yelled, looking around wildly. "DAXTER?!?!"
"Over…here…" Dax grunted. He was hauling Jak's gun behind him. Jak rushed over and scooped him up with his left arm. Daxter looked at Jak's bad arm, his eyebrows raised. "Jak, your arm, what hap-"
"Not now, Dax," Jak crouched down and placed his gun on his knee, holding is steady as the metal-heads enclosed them in a small area. Their eyes were glinting, ready to kill. They moved from side-to-side, trying to decide when it was best to attack. The clicking from their claws on the sewer floor filled the room up with noise. Jak cocked his gun and fired a few shots at the nearest metal-heads when there was a dull click from the gun.
"Damn," Jak mumbled, changing guns. The Vulcan Fury didn't have much ammo either, but it was the best he had at the moment. He brought the gun up and fired it at the metal-heads in front of him and swung around to face the ones behind him.
"JA-AK!!!" Daxter screamed.
"I know!" Jak struggled to raise his gun to fire, but he wasn't quick enough. His right arm was useless, just limp and hanging. Metal-heads pounded on his chest crushing him, suffocating him. Jak struggled to escape, claws tearing through his shirt, ripping his skin. Bright scarlet blood appeared, staining his shirt.
"Run," Jak gasped as he felt his ribs crack. His resolve wavered, ready to allow the darkness to take over…No, he would stay in control. He could do this. "Run…Dax…" Daxter had been backing up in terror, but then he froze. This was Jak! He had to do something!!
Daxter looked at Jak, still thrashing despite his broken ribs, his good arm searching for something. Blood was dripping down his cheek and sticking to his skin. What was he looking for? His gun…a rock…Hmmm…
Wait!! His gun! Daxter scanned the room through the legs of the metal-heads. There it was! Dax crawled through the various legs, getting scratches and cuts from the dangling claws. Snatching the Morph Gun, he pulled it back, retracing his steps to find Jak again.
He saw Jak through a couple holes in the metal-heads group. There was crunch-another rib. Jak's eyes rolled back…He couldn't reign it in. Now was its chance! The darkness rose to take over when a voice jerked him back to reality.
"JAK!! Jak, buddy, c'mon!!" Dax yelled, dragging the gun the last few feet. Jak's eyelids fluttered open at the sound of Daxter's voice. He looked over at Daxter, blood dripping into his eyes. The weight on him was suffocating…breathing was beginning to become difficult.
"I told you…to go…" Jak whispered. He kicked a nearby sewer creature and struggled to escape from the grasp of the two metal-heads on top of him. Jak thrashed again and pain laced its way up from his feet up to his skull.
"Hang in there," Dax called. Almost…there…
I can't do this. I need it to help me. Jak looked at Daxter and realized what was behind him. "Dax, look out!" Jak gasped. A metal-head was bearing down on his best friend, ready to attack.
"Yahh!!!" Daxter yelped as he looked over his shoulder.
Adrenaline coursed through Jak's veins as the darkness took over. His struggles increased and he managed to throw the metal-heads off. He charged at the metal-head practically on top of Daxter. After wrestling for a few minutes, Dark Jak had won.
Dark Jak stood up. He shuddered as Jak shoved past the darkness and took control again. Daxter hopped up onto Jak's shoulder and gave him the Morph Gun. He changed the gun mode, the Wave Concusser in his hands.
He held the trigger down, waiting. Even holding the trigger with his left hand, pain still coursed its way through his body. The metal-heads swarmed closer…5 feet now…3…
"Jak! Let it go!!" Dax yelled in Jak's ear.
"Not…yet…"Jak murmured…1 foot…NOW!!!
Jak released the trigger, sending a ripple throughout the crowd of metal-heads. They were thrown backwards, instantly killing the first few rows, scattering the last. Those alive or only slightly injured fled to the corners and crevices of the room, scurrying back up the walls if they could.
Jak staggered over to the door, tripping over dead sewer creatures and metal-heads. He leaned on its frame. He reached up with his left arm, wincing as his ribs cried out in protest. "Dax?" he asked. "The jet board,"
"Got it, buddy." Daxter turned around and pulled the jet board out and placed it in front of Jak. Jak got on and leaned forward slightly. He crouched in a position that caused him the least amount of pain. The jet board carried them to the entrance of the sewers. The elevator opened and the two walked inside. It rose, carrying them to the surface of Haven.
"Dax," Jak wiped a bit of dried blood off his cheek. Fresh red blood replaced it. "Find a hover car."
Daxter ran off without a word. Jak proceeded to climb(crawl, really) the ramp. Daxter stopped at the top of the ramp and Jak pulled himself into the blue two-seater. He leaned back into the seat, letting his head fall back. Dax looked at him worried.
"You drive," Jak spoke in short terms, not wasting his breath.
"Okay…" Daxter looked ahead as he powered up the hover car. "Just hang in there." He sped away to the Naughty Ottsel.
Daxter pulled up in front of the Naught Ottsel with a slight jerk. Jak stumbled out of the hover car and waited for the door to the former bar to open. Jak moved inside and looked around.
"Jak!" Torn's gravelly voice cried out in shock. "What happened?" He pulled Jak's good arm over his shoulder and helped him sit on a table. Jak sat there, not wanting to move much more. His ribs were stabbing at his skin from the inside.
Torn pulled out his communicator. "Samos, we need you here at the Naughty Ottsel. Jak's hurt," He glanced over at Jak and saw the blood dripping onto the floor and the table. "Bad. Hurry over." He hung up and walked over to a cabinet. He pulled out a medi-pack. "What happened?" he asked again.
"We were ambushed trying to get your sapphire!!" Daxter spat. He brushed some dried blood off Jak and himself. Torn's mouth hung open for a second. He recovered quickly.
"How'd you get away?" He questioned. Torn set the medi-pack on the table.
"Wave Concusser," Jak coughed dryly. Daxter opened the medi-pack and began to paw around through it.
"Your shirt's all ripped up." Torn commented. He winced at the obvious.
Jak looked down at the bloody mess that was his chest and back up at Torn. "No shit." He plucked a scrap of cloth from his chest and dropped it on the floor.
"How do you get this thing to work?!" Daxter shook a can of antiseptic spray from the medi-pack. Torn rolled his eyes and snatched it from him. He began to rid Jak of the chaos of a shirt on him. The bloody pile of cloth on the floor grew.
The door burst open and Samos and Kiera rushed in.
"Jak, are you okay?" Kiera ran over to him.
"I'll be fine," He assured her. Torn flipped the cap on the antiseptic spray and aimed it at the cuts on Jak's chest. He held the nozzle down and a mist of antiseptic jetted out of the bottle and onto Jak. A stinging sensation spread throughout Jak's chest, the wounds on him now foaming.
"What did you boys go mucking about in this time?!" Samos whooshed over to Jak's side. He immediately noticed the broken ribs and arm. There were minor cuts on his legs and deep gashes on his shoulders from where the metal-head had a hold on him. There was another gash on his forehead and a few scrapes on his cheek. This was worse than anything Jak had gotten into before.
"Sewers," Jak answered Samos' question. "Metal-heads ambushed us. I think they broke some ribs-"
"Three," Samos interrupted.
Jak grimaced before continuing, "and crushed my right arm." He looked at his arm hanging lifelessly from his shoulder before looking at Daxter.
"I'm fine, just a few scratches," Daxter waved it off as he looked at Jak. His body was torn and ripped. This was the worst he had ever seen his best friend and it worried him. For once, Daxter was not concerned about himself.
Samos waved a hand over Jak's eyes and they fluttered shut. Torn caught Jak as he slumped to the side, nearly falling off the table. "Hey!" Daxter yelled as Jak's head lolled back. He was completely unconscious.
"This is better for him," Samos hit Daxter on his head. "If he was awake when I replaced his ribs, the pain would be unbearable!" Samos waved his glowing green hand over Jak's chest. Several crunches and cracks were sounded as the broken ribs found their correct place. Jak's face twitched slightly as the bones in his body shifted. Kiera held onto Jak's hand as his bones were replaced.
After waving his green hand over Jak's chest again to make sure the bones were realigned, Samos moved his hand over to his crushed right arm to access the issue. There was a cracked bone and another bone was basically shattered. Samos concentrated all his energy on mending the shattered bone, leading the fragments back to their proper place. He then sealed the cracked bone.
Then, Samos waved his glowing hand over the deeper cuts and gashes. His hand stopped glowing and he settled on the ground. "That's all I can do for now," He said. "You know how to wrap an arm, correct?" Torn nodded. "Good. Wrap his arm and bandage his wounds. Come on Kiera." Samos changed the subject and headed out the door. "Oh. And help the rat would you? His scrapes are minor, but antiseptic and whatnot wouldn't hurt."
He then left and Kiera followed after squeezing Jak's hand and waving goodbye to Torn and Daxter.
Torn dug around in the medi-pack and pulled out some gauze and connecters. He wrapped Jak's arm quickly and efficiently. Torn sprayed a bit more antiseptic to his wounds and placed large and small bandages over them. He then turned to Daxter.
"Whoa, don't come near me with that stuff!" Daxter backed away. Torn merely grabbed his arm and began to spray the antiseptic over Daxter's scrapes and cuts. "OW!!!" Daxter cried. He then quieted down, realizing that it was not hurting him.
"…I never meant for this to happen…" murmured Torn quietly. Daxter looked at Torn with his eyebrows raised. Was that an…apology?
"For what to happen?" came a soft voice next to them. Jak was sitting up rubbing his forehead. He blinked blearily and looked at his right arm.
"Samos healed it-for the most part," said Torn as he finished bandaging Daxter. "It needs to be wrapped for a week to two weeks. Your ribs are healed all the way through."
"For what to happen?" asked Jak persistently. Torn shook his head at his friend's child-like behavior.
"For you to get attacked. This is the first time I've seen you beat up so badly."
"Ah," Jak nodded. "Well, I'm gonna hit the showers. Coming Dax?" Daxter hopped up on Jak's shoulder.
"You alright, buddy?" Daxter asked, still concerned.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah."
Just as Jak reached the door to go inside the Naughty Ottsel, further in to where the barracks and showers were, he stopped. Jak turned around and said, "Hey," Torn turned to look at him; he had already gone back to the table map. "We got it," Jak reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out the sapphire. He threw the gem at Torn, who caught it. Jak exited the room and Torn returned to his work shaking his head.
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Jak was lying on a bunk in the barracks, his hair still wet from his shower. He felt better than he had in a while-three or four years in fact. It must have been the green eco. Torn had his sapphire and he and Daxter were taken care of. This mission was over. All this was good, but why was there something nagging at the back of his mind?
He looked over at Daxter and it struck him. Nobody else would've stayed with him in that death room, but Daxter did. He could've run (Jak had told him too!) but he didn't.
"…Daxter?" Jak decided to voice his thoughts.
"Mmm? What?" Daxter's voice was muffled seeing as he was curled into a ball.
"…Thanks…you know, for staying with me."
Daxter smiled slightly as he replied. "That's what the hero is for, right? Getting his sidekick outta trouble. 'Sides, what else are friends for?"
"Yeah," laughed Jak. "Thanks." What else are friends for indeed.
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Hey, thanks for reading. Sorry if the ending was a bit lame. If I can think of a better one, I will edit it! Please review!
